Your hands

Twisting silver rings off your fingers

Fidgeting, don’t want them to see

I reach over and take one in mine

Remind you I am here

Cause I can tell you’re uncomfortable

Your hands

Reaching out for mine

At a random time in public

Walking around the mall

Like you want to be close to me

Don’t worry, I’m not complaining

Your hands

Tangled in my hair

Soothing in and out of dirty blonde locks

You know it makes me sleepy

Twirling strands and combing through

Your hands

Tapping on the counter

Fingernails rapping

Tap-tap-tapping

You stim a lot when you’re thinking

Later you’ll be embarrassed

But I think it’s cute

Just another thing I love about you

Boy, you might not understand

But there’s something so special to me about your hands